Unwilling to give up though she knocked on the door anyway. Perhaps if he recognized her, Mr. Richards would be willing to give her some candy. At fir...t there was no response but on the third knock, she heard her scout leader’s voice as he shouted through the door. “We’re done for the night!”“Mr. Richards, it’s Lily from the troop!” she shouted back.Finally the door opened to reveal her scout leader. It took Lily a moment to recognize him. She was not sure why she expected him to be wearing his. But the boys in the junior college she attended were just that: boys. To her, none of them could match the maturity, masculinity and sexuality of her forty-year old father, whom she was really in love with.She knew it was wrong to feel towards her father the way she did, to think about crawling into his bed, his arms, and feeling his hard muscular body against her own as she opened her legs to receive him, giving him all the pleasure a woman could give to a man. It was a fantasy she lived with. "Merry fucking Christmas, sis." Ellie held her own glass up and took a warm gulp. "Merry fucking Christmas. God, I'm glad it's over. Nearly over," she added, glancing at the clock above the fireplace. It was approaching midnight, and they had just dispensed with the last of the dishes from the enormous Christmas dinner. The house had been full of relatives from both sides of the family tree. Arranging and preparing for the event had taken days and Sally had been marshalled into duty minutes. He was making the most of being aloneall weekend, the apartment to himself, no need for a quick fumbling in frontof his laptop, he could really spend his time enjoying himself.He lifted his legs up and drew his knees to his chest, imagining a large,well-built man looming over him, slowing shoving his cock into his greasyhole. "Oh, yes, keep going now, oooh, it's so good..." He pushed the dildoin hard and felt it hit his prostate. He quickly pulled it out nearly allthe way and pushed it in.